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Nina Norstrom

Not a Blueprint: It's the Shoe Prints That Matter

Synopsis

Symbolizing a Journey ─ Learning Lessons ─ Letting Go ─ and Gaining Insight . . . tools that lead to relationships.
Relationships are formed with people, alcohol, animals, battlefields, diseases, drugs, environments, and even our emotions. Whether toxic or nontoxic they’re an integral part of daily living.
Follow Author Nina Norstrom through the journey as she peels off those toxic relationships. The story takes you through the experiences of grief, pain, trauma, and forgiveness. The story weaves lies with love, betrayal with deception and drama with murder.
As the shoe prints are molded in and out of a variety of unhealthy relationships, they’ll leave behind a blazing trail of lessons. Teaching an ultimate lesson for the meaning of relationships, that builds honesty and compassion.
The story in its raw image projects a remarkable voice to the heroic fight and bravery gained when striking back to wipe out the toxicity of deadly relationships. Through its reading, you will discover the importance that life brings many challenges, and that each challenge provides lessons to be learned.
Inside the Excerpts, are sneak previews of what's bubbling:
Preorders are available for April 5, 2016
DETAILS ABOUT THE JOURNEY
Why is the topic so important?
What we do in our everyday experiences brings about important life lessons. We’re living inside the topic each day we inhale anew breathe. In These days and times, toxicity has settled in the environment. Just think about it: every day we wake up we’re on the battlefield fighting a war. And just feeling where there’s: good against evil; sons against fathers; daughters against mothers; nations against nations; drugs against diseases; and the list goes on and on.

Author Biography

Norstrom has a work history in the public sector. As an added element, she taught in the public school system. She has been writing for over twenty-five years. For a decade and a half, she experienced a mass of tainted relationships . . . becoming incarcerated by the chains of toxicity. Having She used writing therapy to find solace. In the artistic world, her literary creations Not a Blueprint: It’s the Shoe Prints that Matter, A Journey Through Toxic Relationships and Mirror, Mirror, on the Wall . . . Where Does My Self-Love Fall? A Success Guide to Replace Toxicity with Love demonstrates a measure of personal growth that magnifies those hurdles conquered, from darkness to survival.

Author Insight

A Killer in Our Midst

Sorry: You had to read the excerpt broken in pieces. It just wouldn’t copy properly to the site. Anyway, it’s readable. Now, for the insight . . .
I did a #horrible thing by not telling all I knew. Yep, there was guilt lagging over my shoulders, afterwards. Now, I look back and can see the error in my actions. Of course, it’s always best to #FESS UP!

Book Excerpt

Not a Blueprint: It's the Shoe Prints That Matter

All this time the murderer was in our circle. What a blow! I was right—it was Baylee! What possible motive was present for him to have committed this act? But what was most heartbreaking of all was leaving his children to grow up without either parent.

Even with a confession in hand, I was summoned as a witness for the prosecution. That was an ordeal I didn’t want to face. When Dana and I entered the courtroom, it was terrifying. Baylee’s family threatened to put me six feet under if I testified. There was a gang of ’em, at least eight. Their voices echoed no matter where we sat. The threats sounded loud—that’s how bold they were. They moved from the third row of seats to sit directly behind us, making sure we heard their threats.

“Let her open her mouth. She’ll be dead,” they said in harmony. Maybe they wouldn’t kill me. But I feared they’d actually go through with their threat. Wasn’t nothing nice about his kinfolks; they meant business. It was fate that spared my life, ’cause Baylee was still getting psychiatric treatments. Since he was undergoing treatment, the trial was rescheduled. Of course, Baylee had pleaded insanity. So if there wasn’t a trial, I didn’t have to worry about getting killed—at least, not then. And to think, I’d get protection from the police as a safety measure—huh, not a chance!